My skin crawled. I knew what he really wanted. Gulping, I nodded. “A-Alright…” I reluctantly agreed, though I didn’t have any choice in the matter. If he ever asked to meet me in private, I had to go—no questions asked. “I’ll be right there.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xaden watch the en
Maeve POV The drive back to the mansion was… eerily quiet. Whenever I snuck a peek at Xaden, I could tell that he was lost in his mind, mulling over again and again about what had happened yesterday. His eyes, normally strong and alert, were glazed over with restrained emotion. He looked like he
Her eyes flashed instantly toward me once those words left Doctor Russell’s mouth, and I could not help but stiffen and avert my eyes. “… I-It’s a possibility,” she slowly admitted, “but the baby hasn’t reacted to it,” she was quick to add once she saw the doctor’s eyebrows raise in concern. “That
Maeve POV “A… psychic?” Xaden gawked, less than impressed, at the doctor. He gave him a very obvious look-over with a frown. “One of the kingdom’s most well-educated doctors, renowned throughout the capital, wants me to… consult a psychic.” “I understand how it sounds, Your Highness, but I belie
The following silence was heavy with guilt. “If an appointment will take too long…” he murmured, “let’s try to meet her in person. Today.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” He nodded. “These sorts of businesses sometimes are easier to visit through same-day visits. Who knows?” he said wit
Maeve POV “Fated mates?” I repeated, wrinkling my brow. “I thought that was just a myth.” “That’s because it is,” Xaden muttered from beside me, clearly not believing a word the psychic was saying. “It’s just another folktale used to reel in lovesick clients. I knew this was too good to be true,
I bit my lip. “You don’t?” “No,” he said, simple and straightforward, and it was times like this when I wished I had even a sliver of his confidence. “I know what I feel when I’m with you. Fated mates or not, what we share is not just a figment of our imaginations.” A bitter thought forced its w
Xaden Pov It had been two days since we visited the Omniscient—and odd—Orenda Gorre, and I still was not sure what to make of everything we had been told. My mind seemed to race a mile a minute as I tried to process all of this new information. According to the psychic, Maeve and I were so-calle